babysitter || yoonmin

nine

yoongi came back the next week for another night stay. he began to realize why jiyoon was claiming she liked him more than her own parents. they where truly never there.

it was 11 pm. jiyoon was fast asleep. yoongi was in jimin's room on the bed looking through the photo albums and the phone he found. then as soon as the clock hit 11:09 jimin appeared next to yoongi.

yoongi jumped in his seat and looked at jimin.

"can you talk?" yoongi whispered.

jimin shook his head.

yoongi then found one of jimin's old school notebooks and asked jimin to write.

"can you tell me why you've been following me."

i find you interesting. you're the first who my sister actually likes. she typically doesn't have any interest in the nanny's. i also find you very attractive.

"oh thanks. you're hot yourself. but why me?"

you have a different vibe. everyone always cleaned and never payed attention to jiyoon while as you play with her and make games with her.

"oh"

now that jimin was so close to yoongi, he could actually see a lot more of jimin. he wasn't really a shadow anymore. you could actually see features.

jimin was pale. maybe even paler than yoongi. veins scattered throughout his arms and neck. his collar bone and neck bones very visible through his baggy white shirt.

jimin's black eyes and purple, plump lips. his hair a shade of brown.

"how did you die?" yoongi said looking at jimin in awe at how stunning jimin was.

instead of writhing jimin turned his arms so his wrists where presentable. scars and scabs visible.

i hated life. i tried everything to end myself. i felt like there was no end to the pain i was feeling every second of everyday. i never felt good enough so i stopped eating completely. i had begun cutting myself. you know my parents where abusive toward me. if i didn't have good grades in school i got hit. if i didn't have a girl to impress i'd get hit. i was beat when i came out as gay. my parents said i was a failure and no one would want me. i told them my dreams where to sing and dance but they didn't care. they said i was terrible and ruined that for me. my sister used to be traumatized by watching me get beat in front of her. shed cry as my dad beat me as my mom held her from saving me. eventually everything became too much so i ended it all. i watched as my parents changed after seeing what they'd done to their son. they wanted everything to be different with my sister as she grows up.

yoongi looked down and began reading the paper. feeling terrible for what happened.

"yoongi." he heard a very soft and almost inaudible whisper.

he looked up to see jimin looking at him intensely.

"don't tell anyone." he heard jimin attempt to make noise again.

"i won't." yoongi said.

jimin leaned in and hugged yoongi. he was cold. really cold. as if he was fragile and gonna break.